texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 2
nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader
bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 1
The hallway was loud in that late afternoon way—sneakers squeaking, lockers slamming, voices overlapping with end-of-day laughter and plans.
You slammed your locker shut a little too hard, and of course, because the universe hated you or just liked messing with you, half your shit tumbled straight onto the floor. Notebook, pen, lip gloss, a crumpled worksheet you didn’t even remember stuffing in there.
You sighed through your nose, already crouching — except someone beat you to it.
Hoodie half-zipped, guitar case strapped to her back, a mess of books pressed to her side like she was trying not to drop them too. She crouched down silently and started picking up your things like it wasn’t weird.
She didn’t say anything. Just gather your stuff with careful fingers and then stand, holding it out.
You took it. Didn’t really look at her. “Thanks.”
You turned back to your locker to re-slam it shut properly and spin the lock. You glanced at her. She was still there. Looking at you. Kind of.
You raised your eyebrows. “What?”
She looked like she was about to say something—her mouth opened just slightly—but nothing came out. Her gaze flicked down, then back up. Whatever it was, she swallowed it.
Turning, she walked off fast, slipping into the crowd of students in the hall like she hadn’t just hesitated in front of you for too long.
Then, right on cue, your friends slid up beside you like sharks sensing blood in the water.
One of them leaned against your locker, twirling her keys. “Ew. Were you talking to that lesbo?”
You didn’t even blink. “No.”
You started walking before they could say anything else, bag swinging off one shoulder, the hallway stretching ahead.
“Are you coming to Tyler’s party or not?” another one of them shouted after you. “You said maybe!”
You rolled your eyes and didn’t answer. You didn’t want to go to another party. Not tonight. Not with them.
Not when — you pulled your phone out, thumb brushing over the screen — you had more interesting things to do.
Your room was quiet, save for the low hum of music from your speaker—some indie playlist you didn’t even recognize anymore. You were lying on your stomach, legs swinging idly behind you, chin resting in your hand.
Your phone sat right in front of you. Screen still lit.
ur insane for this (i’ve been blessed)
how AM I supposed to FOCUS after this ???
One of those dumb little smiles that slipped out before you could stop it. The kind you’d hide if anyone else was around. But no one was. Just you. And her. And the heat still humming under your skin from earlier.
You were about to finally reply when the dots popped up again.
i wanna ask something, can i?
what did you think when you sent that pic to me…
what are you thinking now? ?
You let out a short laugh, pressing your cheek to the back of your hand. She was spiraling. A little desperate. It was cute.
You waited a beat. Then started typing.
just wanted to show it to you ;)
She didn’t respond right away. You watched the read receipt hover.
u always send stuff like that to ppl on here?
You paused. Fingers resting above the keyboard.
ur the only one who gets to see that
Maybe it was too honest. But you didn’t unsend it.
This time, the three dots didn’t show up right away. You just stared at your screen. Waiting.
You grinned at the screen, still resting on your elbows, fingers hovering as you typed slow—on purpose.
do u wanna see the other one?
You watched the “delivered” turn to “read” almost instantly.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Came back again.
U HAVE TWO NIPPLE PIERCINGS??
You snorted so hard it startled even you. You dropped your head into the crook of your arm, shoulders shaking as the messages kept coming in.
why would u say that to me
how could u drop that like it’s casual
i’m literally sweating rn
oh my god do u actually??
You didn’t answer right away. You let her spin out.
u can’t just hot girl drop that and then vanish.
this is cruelty. actual cruelty.
You were fully grinning now, cheeks warm against your arm, kicking your feet behind you like you weren’t being a menace on purpose.
okay then what's your favorite color
i am just a fragile nerd go easy on me
You rolled onto your back, holding your phone over your face now. As much as you liked getting reactions out of her, there was something genuinely fun about it.
Like she made it easy to be just a little unhinged.
what is your favorite color?
The dots appeared instantly.
(but like the gross kind. forest green. sweater green. mossy swamp witch green)
You laughed under your breath, thumbs already moving.
that is such a weirdly specific shade
u could’ve just said “green” like a normal person
You paused, smiling a little.
why is this suddenly 20 questions
r u trying to date me or smth
You rolled onto your side, tucking your pillow under your cheek as your smile stretched into something smug.
but if you tell anyone i’ll lie
i was worried ur opinion might ruin my whole night
You giggled softly, shutting your eyes for a second. It was late now—later than you realized. You rolled onto your side, phone cradled in your hand, the screen's soft glow painting your pillow in blue light. Music still hummed low in the background.
Your thumbs hovered before you typed, casual like always, even though your heart tugged just slightly.
i feel like we'd get along in real life, if ever. don’t u think?
She read it quickly. Typing bubble appeared immediately, like she’d been waiting.
uh, well... u have a lot of friends
with what you’ve told me before
Yeah, you had them. Too many, maybe. But somehow, the way she said it—it didn’t sound like a compliment.
you’re like the type of person everyone wants to be around
not really. some people hate me
There was only a one-second pause before her reply landed.
i don’t mind u bitching me around
Your laugh broke out, a little too loud for how late it was. You buried your face in your arm to muffle it, shaking your head.
Your fingers froze for a second. Your stomach did a weird flip.
u don’t even know me like that
There was a long pause—just long enough to make you think maybe she wasn't going to answer at all.
You scoffed quietly, rolling your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips gave you away. It was stupid. She was stupid. But God, she was good at this.
You pulled your pillow closer, half-buried your face in it, then typed:
sounds creepy when u say it like that
we’ve been talking for two weeks
i like… have a little voice of u in my head now
whispering shit i shouldn’t do
You blinked, smiling slowly. There was something shameless about that last part. Something that curled warm in your stomach. She didn’t even try to sound casual. She just… said it.
not letting u turn this around on me
u already sent me to horny jail once today
You laughed into your pillow, your cheeks heating again even though you were totally alone.
u like having me in ur head
does the little devil voice wanna come over and ruin my life more
You bit your lip, heart doing that dumb lurch it always did when she got bold like this. And God, she was getting bolder.
how ruinable is ur life rn
You closed your eyes for a second, just feeling your pulse, your grin, the way your legs kicked lazily behind you like you were thirteen again and falling in love with someone you hadn’t even seen.
You stayed up talking to her until 3 a.m. It wasn’t even deep shit. It wasn’t I had a rough childhood or let me tell you about my dreams kind of talk. It was mostly stupid stuff. Like whether grilled cheese should be dipped in ketchup or soup. Which celebrities you’d punch if given the chance. What your weirdest recurring dream was. (Hers involved being chased by a swarm of bees through IKEA. You still weren’t over it.)
Somewhere around 2:17, your jaw started to ache from smiling so much. Not even joking. Like actual muscle fatigue. And yet you kept texting her. Kept laughing into your pillow like an idiot. Kept rereading her replies while the night blurred and softened around the glow of your screen.
By the time your alarm went off at 6:15, you were practically in mourning.
First period: Calculus. A.k.a. hell.
You were slumped in your seat, hoodie pulled over your head like armor, the room lit in that offensive fluorescent way that made everything feel worse. Your chin was cradled in your palm, elbow sliding ever so slightly with each nod of your head.
The teacher’s voice was doing that thing again—half English, half pure math. Something about integrals. Limits. Derivatives. You didn’t know. You weren’t listening. You were floating somewhere between consciousness and dreaming of accidentally sleeping.
“Miss Williams. Forty-five minutes late.”
The sharp voice sliced through your haze like a ruler to the knuckles.
You lifted your head just enough to blink toward the front of the room.
Hood up, headphones half-shoved into her backpack. She looked like she’d just walked out of a crime scene and into a math test.
The professor didn’t even let her sit down yet.
“Just because you’re good at calculus doesn’t mean the rules don’t apply to you,” she snapped, arms crossed. “It’s called structure. You should try it.”
Ellie didn’t look up. Just gave a low, mumbled “Sorry,” and slid into her seat like she was trying to disappear into it.
You watched her from behind your sleeve. Her hair was still messy. Hoodie sleeves too long. Her fingers drummed quietly against her notebook, eyes half-lidded but still pretending to care.
Your head started to dip again.
“And you,” the teacher snapped suddenly, her voice slicing sideways now. “If you’re so tired you can’t keep your head up, maybe you should’ve just stayed home and slept.”
Your heart did a lazy flip as you blinked up, caught off guard.
You straightened, barely. “Wasn’t sleeping.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” she muttered, turning back to the board like she hadn’t just publicly executed you. “Some of us actually care about your education.”
You resisted the very real urge to groan. Instead, you blinked slowly and stabbed her in the forehead with your eyes. In your head.
Can’t a girl be sleepy in peace?
What is this, the military?
You tugged your hoodie further over your eyes and sank back down.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Just once—soft, stealthy, like it knew you were in the middle of being very publicly humiliated and wanted to offer comfort.
You pulled it out, just enough to see the screen under the desk.
You stared at it for a second, lips twitching. You could still hear the teacher yammering on at the whiteboard, numbers flying across the screen like you were in A Beautiful Mind but with less genius and more exhaustion.
At least I get good morning texts like this.
Some people have coffee. I have this girl.
You ducked your head a little lower and typed back.
the teacher just publicly executed me
im texting u from the afterlife
Three dots popped up immediately.
You bit back a laugh, teeth sinking into your lip as you stared at the screen. Your cheeks warmed, because it was stupid—but it worked. She worked.
spreading sleepy bitch energy
i got reaped by the attendance lady this morning
she called me “wasted potential”
i feel like a tragic poet
i bet ur writing limericks in ur notes
drawing boobs on the back page
You pressed your fist to your mouth, hiding the very real giggle that almost escaped.
From the front of the room, the teacher said something about derivatives again. You didn’t care. E was texting you about boobs at 9:03 a.m. and somehow it felt like a gift.
You blinked, then huffed quietly through your nose. You typed back.
nope. i’m wearing a hoodie :( i look like a tired thumb
You bit your lip, eyes flicking up toward the front of the classroom where your teacher was scribbling something on the whiteboard that may as well have been ancient code.
i don’t wear hoodies at school
i’m wearing a hoodie rn :)
You settled back in your chair, hoodie still over your head like armor, as you typed again.
i only wore it now bc i have bags under my eyes the size of my regrets
last night worn u out huh
You squinted at your screen, half amused, half melting.
i take care of the girl i ruin
i want a croissant and like
You grinned stupidly at your screen, letting your cheek fall against your hand again. You didn’t even know where she lived. For all you knew, she was across the country, or halfway across the world.
But the thought of her—wherever she was—thinking of you first thing in the morning?
now look dramatically out the window like ur waiting for me
You snorted, resisting the urge to do exactly that.
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